Wasteland Echoer

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Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two dark tentacles with weird and delicate patterns controlled by the tentacles. One was resisted by Aaron's strong mechanical heart belonging to the lost, and the other was blocked by the pure black palm-sized tentacles that he quickly formed. Blocked by the pocket watch, the bullet flew to the side.

As for Shamon, the new "superpower" who relies on the "Desire of the Old False God" statue and weird technology, it is obvious that he has not undergone systematic training in magic power and skills. The other two tentacles are obviously not as good as the previous two. Flexible, it just flew randomly in the air a few times before landing on the fairly solid floor.

"Your Highness."

Taking advantage of the gap between Shamon's attacks, Aaron deliberately suppressed the manic anger in his heart and turned to look at Evant, begging him to come forward and calm down this minor incident as much as possible without a fight. conflict.

But Ivant did not immediately state his position. Instead, he slapped the "Empire Core" pistol in a brand new holster made of precious leather, brown on his waist, on the table, and then picked up the "Battle Situation" just now. "Report" turned to the last page and continued to make seemingly unfinished comments on the current situation.

After his lips trembled slightly due to anger, Aaron turned around, sighed resentfully, picked up the pocket watch that had been formed by emergency conjugation, and started shaking it from side to side like a master hypnotist.

The pure black pocket watch is infused with Aaron's rich dark magic power. Although the surface is covered with a transparent glass cover, the interior is so pure that it is almost impossible to peek at any mechanical parts on the dial, and the outside is surrounded by a circle of glass. But where the golden silk thread was engraved with a simple pattern representing the heart, gray-black dust-like particles were being emitted outwards, but they disappeared before they could escape very far.

"You are at the fifth level, and I am also at the fifth level now. Since His Highness did not stop me, then I have reason to believe that my strength is not inferior to yours." The corners of Shamen's mouth were cracked, revealing a fairly fair and scattered face. There were neat teeth, and a tongue that was squirming wildly and seemed to be licking something, covered in red liquid.

Immediately afterwards, he imitated those boxers active in the "underworld" of the empire, twisted his neck, and moved his wrist, making a "beautiful" sound of bones interlacing, and then suddenly clenched his fists and waved. He took on a fighting stance.

"The game of magic power is not a fight, Shamon. You have not understood the essence of magic power, nor have you touched the core of the gods. You may not even know what the gods of the past are. You are just greedy for that kind of power. The feeling of being enveloped by power, indeed, power is beautiful and gorgeous, and can even make our hearts swell."

"This is true for humans, and it is true for the lost. But the real gods hate fighting. It is a symbol of the barbaric era and is not an inevitable product of the civilized world. In fact, you need to think carefully about what I am going to do next. To the words of loss that you recite, think carefully about what you need. After all, John and I are peers and friends. Now you want to fight with me, which is disrespectful to your elders." Aaron used seductive words. Start trying to "mislead and seduce" Shamon.

"Natural selection, survival of the fittest, this is the 'principle' taught to us by nature and the gods." Sha Meng's ability to comprehend is not weak, and he is not the kind of person who is fragile and easily misled.

In just two sentences of exchange, he came to his senses and realized the attractiveness of Aaron as the [Seducer] in front of him.

However, his awakening was still a step slow. He suddenly realized that Aaron's pocket watch seemed to have grown a lot bigger. It was the size of a palm just now, but now it was as big as a human head.

Even Aaron's body became a lot bigger.

Huge amount of magic power?

Shamon speculated in his heart.

He glanced around in confusion and caution. He noticed that the space around him was no longer the top floor of the "Silent Steel Heart", the temporary office area of ​​the Crown Prince, but a confusing area of ​​chaos intertwined with black and purple.

He looked up again, and it seemed that it was not that Aaron had grown huge, but that his body was shrinking continuously. With the size difference quickly becoming apparent, he felt a sense of oppression that penetrated deep into his soul.

"It is indeed the [Seducer], who can induce a single individual and lead me into hallucinations." Shamon exclaimed.

After hesitating for a few seconds, relying on the characteristics of the information about Aaron and the [Seducer] that John explained to him when he was in the city of Chekavsk, his magic power and technology strengthened can carry out complex multi-threading. The extremely fast computing brain quickly came into play.

"All of these are illusions, induced by the power of magic. Once your brain trusts these illusions, the instructions sent to the body will deviate. This is some of the truth about temptation. If you want to get rid of the illusion , then the first thing is to question, find loopholes in the illusion, and then expand it, and finally collapse the illusion and win."

Even though he was thinking about the strategy in this way, Shamon did not immediately launch an attack. He was not very clear about the current situation of his body, and hastily conveying wrong instructions would cause a domino-like series of wrong judgments and behaviors.

Now he needs to wait for Aaron to launch his own attack.

"Shamon." Aaron's ethereal voice, which seemed to overlook everything, despise everything, and control everything, came from above Shamon's head.

In Shamon's eyes, Aaron seemed to be a great god standing in the universe. He seemed to be able to control everything and manipulate everything.

It seemed like just a few seconds later, or it seemed like several epochs later, Aaron said in a slightly sharp and harsh tone that was expanded several times in volume:

"There is a prophecy among the old gods, 'In the mansion of R'lyeh, the sleeping Cthulhu awaits you in your dreams.' If you don't even know this sentence and don't understand the meaning, then you must have been... Seduced by a more powerful god, you are destined to meet your end soon, without exception."

"It's a very familiar whisper." Shamon suddenly changed his tone and said in a very deep and sinister tone:

"With the rapid advancement of mankind in the Steam Age, mankind has lost its awe of nature. People believe that after defeating the dragons, they can defeat everything, defeat monsters, defeat the extraordinary, and even defeat gods. Therefore, humans have been criticized by the Creator. The penalty has turned into a mindless person who only knows how to kill."

"But there are also many humans who have become lost, just like you and me. When listening to the call of the Creator, we try our best to help humans explore a path of harmonious coexistence with nature and gods. Everything extraordinary in the world is unknown , worth exploring but not taking risks. I believe that there must be civilizations similar to ours among the bright stars in the universe. They may be more advanced, but they still follow the 'principles' formulated by the originally sleeping Creator."

"You are not stupid." Aaron made a pertinent comment.

"Of course. Teacher John has never taught me pure evil." Shamon said with a bitter smile:

"Human beings rely on nature to develop, starting from a fortress, a city, a kingdom, and an empire. Nature is nurturing us, but instead of nurturing them in return, we plunder them wantonly and compete ruthlessly. Perhaps this is why I suddenly The true meaning of worshiping the gods of the past. I may have some epiphanies, and maybe these coincide with each other."

When Shamon said the last word of this sentence, he heard Aaron cough rapidly.

This was followed by a low groan of pain, and a sound similar to the breaking and shattering of glass products.

Suddenly, he found that all the chaotic areas in front of him disappeared like mist, and he returned to his original room.

Somewhat surprised, Shamen looked at his four dark tentacles. Three of them had broken off from the roots in an extremely unnatural state and fell to the wooden ground. The other one was caught by Aaron's right hand. The pocket watch he was holding was entangled with black ribbons and almost broke.

"It's really wonderful that you escaped from the 'temptation'." Aaron wiped away the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth and said with a slight twist on his face:

"Sure enough, you are not stupid. Sure enough, you know that the end of the wasteland world requires the final reconciliation between humans and nature."

"Otherwise?" Shamen withdrew his tentacles and said in a deep voice in a defensive posture:

"Human beings truly reconcile with nature and revere their respect for gods. When their feet are firmly on the solid ground and they look up at the vast starry sky, it is the sign of the beginning of a new era. This is what Teacher John told me before he died. Yes, he was a selfish person, and he was also a dirty, stupid and evil person, but he chose to reconcile with himself at the end of his life. He suppressed the mania caused by the Wuxinren virus and calmly endured the pain that belonged to him. fate. When the silver bullet penetrated his burning chest, he was smiling...well...actually smiling. He finally said that he saw an angel, the angel sent by the Lord to greet him."

"But you must clearly realize that angels sometimes do not represent holiness, but are supporters of evil." Aaron was a little angry.

He crushed the black pocket watch with his hands and gave up all the special skills of [The Seducer].

After all, for Shamon now, it was obvious that Aaron's temptation could no longer have any effect. He simply took out the "Zine Saber" hidden in his waist, a sword that was about fifteen centimeters long and had the exclusive color of steel. The sharp saber rushed towards Shamon.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

After all, compared to Shamon, the newly promoted level 5 "superpower", Aaron's body seems very stiff, and his slashing and stabbing movements don't appear to be so skillful.

The attacks on Shamon's head, neck and chest were reversed and avoided by him gently moving his body. Finally, when Aaron focused on his mental strength and physical strength, he launched an attack toward his eyeballs, but was unexpectedly struck by Shamon's dark jointed tentacles. The tip of the knife bounced off like the bone blade of a dagger or a dart, and passed directly through the top of Ivant's head, cutting off a few pieces of light and shiny hair, and then inserted straight into it in a weird and somewhat unphysical way. into the glass.

"That's enough!" Ivante scolded impatiently, turned around, and said with a solemn expression to stop this meaningless fight:

"You can fight in front of me. If [soldiers] from various legions know about it, wouldn't it be telling them that there is a division within the empire? It will cause your soldiers to make wrong judgments, which will be detrimental to the war situation. Impact, do you think this is a wise thing?”

"Sorry, Your Highness." Aaron quickly withdrew the dark magic power from his body and knelt down on one knee.

"I'm sorry too, Your Highness." Shamon imitated Aaron's actions and withdrew all the magic power and the remaining joint tentacles. He also knelt on one knee, but looked at Yi with sharp but not fearful eyes. Fant said.

"If you have the ability, kill me now. Then you can do whatever you want. Wouldn't it be a beautiful thing?" Ivant said angrily, shooting the "Empire Core" pistol When it reached the ground, there was a crisp sound of metal falling to the ground.

"Don't dare, Your Highness. If you die, it will be of no benefit to us." Aaron said quickly and sincerely.

"Yes, Your Highness. If the legion is in chaos, I will no longer have the conditions to continue doing research. And even if I want to assassinate you, the sequential monster 'Time Wheel Watch' in your hand will not allow it. In terms of power, you are our best We have an absolute advantage among them, and we really don’t dare to kill the quasi-monarch." Shamon analyzed rationally.

"It's good to know." Evante said in a gentle tone:

"Actually, one of the prerequisites for human beings to transform nature within a limited scope is unity. Teacher, Shamon, we need you in the next battle, and after the Sugra Legion officially arrives on the battlefield, you must quickly discover the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element' location and lead the army to attack. I don't want to explore the gods, enter their domain, nor use them. For me, the key to suppressing Socra's possible rebellion and the evil 'Raleye's Dream' is First of all, obtaining the mechanical heart that will not be exhausted for thousands of years is secondary. After all, the technology left behind by the old Crusted requires such powerful energy support."

Evante said, raising his hand to signal the two of them to stand up.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the "Empire Core" pistol, put it back on his waist, and walked towards the wood grain metal door.

When passing by Shamon's body, he suddenly stopped and whispered:

"Shamon, no, the so-called false god. I know who you are and what the other existence in your body is, but you must serve me after all."

Then, he quickly walked to the door, turned around and said loudly to Aaron and Shamon:

"Kaiwukski has probably arrived. Wait for you to follow. I have already called Pusev, and several upper-level officers will go to the third underground floor to watch the military exhibition. By the way, I also invited a man who is proficient in painting and Fanso, the artist of music. He should be a lost person, but he knows some secrets of the golden piano and the 'Sound of Confusion'."

"By the way..." Evante showed a knowing smile, stretched out his hand to tidy up his slightly messy hair, and continued:

“After this my focus won’t be on the extraordinary.”

"I want to focus on the military!"