Wasteland Echoer

"Let's go and take a look. Feng, remember to wear your helmet. I think those people may have malicious intentions towards us." Wright reminded.

After Wright and Feng put on the helmets left over from the previous legionnaires, which were stained like stars and brilliant flowers, Wright also deliberately held the "Wild Bear" pistol in his hand to prepare for possible battles.

Carrying the wind, he walked through the soft mud that would dent a lot if he stepped on it quickly. After walking forward for a few minutes, a small swamp appeared in front of Wright.

This area seemed to have been a river before. Looking over it, there was half a small wooden boat protruding from the swamp, stained by mud and covered by weeds.

And the group of humans who were wriggling and twisting their bodies wantonly, with their mouths constantly opening and closing, and sounds coming from their throats that were either their own, or those of beasts, or frightened, panicked, or surprised, were arranged in a semicircle shape. , standing at the edge of the swamp, near what appeared to be the former river bank.

The reddish-brown meteorite that emits light stands erected on the swamp. I don’t know whether it is related to physics or extraordinary power. It has no connection with the soil in the swamp. Even though it looks very large and extremely heavy, But there doesn't seem to be any risk of falling into it.

"Meteorite? Ritual? It's really strange. We are about to go to the camp in Area B. These people can do these things openly. You know, although the legions in many cities in the empire are gradually relaxing restrictions on superpowers and accepting the power of magic sources Waiting for extraordinary things, but that doesn't mean that 'illegal rituals' can be held in a semi-honorable manner. Could it be that these people are not human beings, not superpowers, but...lost people?" Wright guessed.

"You, can you see us? This 'human' young man?"

An old voice, like the voice of the dead crawling out of a cemetery covered with withered plants, covered in darkness and cobwebs, came from in front of Wright.

A few seconds later, an old man wearing a magician's robe suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Of course I can see it. Isn't this nonsense? If you want to perform some illegal rituals, you must be prepared to be discovered. Of course, if you are the Lost, then I am ready to fight. Be prepared. If it has something to do with the empire, I remember that the "Regulations on the Management of Extraordinary Things" stipulates that this is an act that violates the laws of the empire and will be punished." Wright said half-threateningly, half-analysed.

"I am a magician, a profession that has been truly passed down from the first and second eras. You are right. What these people are doing now is indeed a ritual, which is to find out the specific location of the 'Daughter of Mechanical Element' divine domain. Ritual. Silent Highland is too big and complicated, and with so many forces intertwined now, we have to determine a general direction first." said the "Magician" old man.

"'Daughter of Tool Yuan'? Are you also looking for gods? What? It's only been a few days, has the confidential 'Daughter of Tool Yuan' become a secret known to everyone? Or are you affiliated with As for the three major churches of the Lost, is this a task assigned to you by your Pope?" Wright said in a questioning tone.

He quickly glanced at the "people" who seemed to be in a trance around the reddish-brown meteorite. There were about seven or eight people, not many, wearing military green legion uniforms, and they were not very tall.

Moreover, after a month or two of using magic power to fight, using sequential monsters, entering the extraordinary realm "Grey Dream", etc., Wright can easily sense whether the person in front of him has magic power and what kind of situation he is in. Such a sequence.

But the strange thing is that except for the "magician" in front of him who has a strong aura of magic power, it seems that the "human" dancing near the meteorite does not have any aura of magic power, and seems to be just a human being.

"I don't bother to answer your question, young man, you have too little experience and you know too little about this wasteland world. I just want to say that even if I am a member of the Church of the Lost, it does not mean that I must Completely serving the bugs among them." The magician in front of him coughed twice and continued to speak in a hoarse voice:

"Only those who can bring good news to mankind and all intelligent species are qualified to spy on the gods. Only those with unwavering faith have the opportunity to touch the gods. Only those who can uphold awe, humility, clear thinking, and a strong body Only those who can truly receive the guidance of God. In other words, those low-level lost people and those in high-ranking positions in the church are not worthy!"

"I don't want to talk about philosophical issues. This is the road leading to the camp in Area B, not the occult classroom of Zhnetsk University, nor the episcopal church. I only care about your camp, old magician." Wright considered it for a moment. When choosing words, I still chose a more respectful title.

"I said, I only look for directions for those who can really touch the gods. It just so happens that there is a mechanical body in the Church of Hope. In order to protect several children who are facing slaughter, he is willing to sacrifice himself and let himself be controlled by the mechanical monster. , fell into endless painful torture. For his sake, I don’t want him to be tortured, and besides, he actually wants to become a real person." "The Magician" said almost with tears in his eyes, his tone trembling.

"Mechanical body, can I know his name? You know, the Imperial Legion is also on a mission to find the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element'. I think you may not be able to withstand the Empire's attack."

Wright deliberately concealed the tasks assigned by the Socratic Committee and did not reveal any extraordinary information about himself.

After all, he, the [Order] who controls the power of the red magic source, is not a completely powerful existence. Even if the "inspiration" has been upgraded to level 6, he will still feel it when facing the lost person with level 5 "pain". Extremely difficult.

"It's okay to tell you. After all, you can see us. His name is Luonie. He is a product created by the Lord of Machines. Now he is tortured by the monster 'Replacement Eye' all day long. It is very painful. You should have heard that the machine acquires human beings." Emotions are not easy in themselves. It is only through chance and the blessing of the 'Lord of Machines' that I can have some self-awareness."

"I seem to have heard something." Wright nodded.

"Yes. In fact, he is very close to being a real human being, but he is now wrapped in 'sorrow' and spends every day in tearing pain and desperate whispers. Moreover, 'Replacement Eyes' ' will gradually erode his sanity. If there is no operator, no, it seems that the operator is dead now. In this way, he will become a irrational machine that only knows how to kill, until he is controlled by a more powerful The force bombards until it is shattered into pieces. Therefore, we need to explore the true location of the 'Daughter of Mechanical Element'. Don't worry..."

Seeing Wright's concentration when he heard "Daughter of the Mechanical Element" and his eyes unconsciously glancing at the "Magician" with some micro-expressions, he knew that Wright must be paying attention to the gods, or at least being interested in them.

So he didn't intend to say anything. After all, he also felt that there was also a strong aura of magic power in Wright and the young man next to him who looked like Feng, who was wearing a legionnaire uniform.

"Don't worry, we are not meeting the gods to ask for it, nor will we take away any of the rumored technologies left behind by the Krusted Empire. We only hope that the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Yuan' will give her a little blessing and guide Luo Nie. It is enough for him to obtain the core of 'wisdom' and 'inspiration' and become a real human being."

Seeing that the two people's goals did not completely conflict with their needs for gods, Wright's expression relaxed a lot. After he and Feng looked at each other, he turned to look at the old "magician" carefully.

It seemed that there was some inexplicable force in the conversation just now that deliberately prevented him from paying attention to the appearance of the old "magician". Now it seemed that the age spots and wrinkles on his face made Wright a little reluctant to pay more attention to it.

Not handsome...too old, his beard and hair are gray, and his brown eyes are a bit like glass. He seems to have eye diseases such as cataracts.

By the way, I should take a look at his magic source power level.

Thinking of this, Wright opened the cuffs of the silver-white Guards uniform and looked at the part of his wrist that was infused with the power of the "Bracelet of Speech" and covered with iris and sunflower patterns.

The red magic source power surged slightly in his body, and a faint red light suddenly flashed across his wrist.

After a few flashes, Wright saw a fainter yellow light.

"It seems that this old 'magician' is at the level of sequence 5, and the direction of the magic source is the earth. It's interesting. Meteors fall on the earth, and such an earth-based magician is needed to control the ritual."

After complaining in his heart, Wright turned his cuffs back to their original shape and slowly restrained the release process of the red magic source power.

"I also want to make sure that you are a lost person. This is very important to me. Whether it is the rules of Socra or the laws of the empire, if a soldier does not attack when facing a lost person, it means betraying the empire and humanity. , must be tried by military force."

Wright found a very reasonable excuse that was not easily rejected and asked about the identity of the old "magician".

"I can tell you, young human. I am indeed not a lost person, nor do I belong to the human race. 'Magician' is one of my identities. Of course, my more easily identifiable identity is contaminated by extraordinary powers and monsters. Professional. Of course, you can identify me as a superpower, but I don't trust humans, so the definition of my identity is a complicated topic." The old "magician" said sophistry.

"That's enough. I don't want to care about your career. I can regard you as a supernatural being. Therefore, I can also claim that I have never met you or discussed too many extraordinary things with you. In fact, I I'm just curious and want to come and take a look. After all, those people are terrible at dancing and have no sense of beauty. And there is something about this meteorite that attracts me." Wright said with a sigh of relief.

"Besides being related to gods, what attracts you to it?" The old "magician" asked curiously, taking a cautious half step closer to Wright.

"It's a vague feeling of familiarity. Since I saw it just now, I always feel that I have seen it in my previous life and experienced a thrilling past with him. It seems to be in a small town, as if I am investigating some ancient Mysterious things, and finally a near-fatal fight with a 'superpower' next to him."

Wright followed his inner feelings and spoke directly to the fragments that came to his mind without any modification.

Wright determined that this was not a memory fragment left by the previous owner of his body. After all, the original owner had not been exposed to the power of magic and hated extraordinary things.

Moreover, the memory that suddenly appeared in my mind was very old and distant, but it seemed to be as fresh as if it had happened only last year.

"Actually, I still want to discuss the topic with you just now, how did you see this meteorite. Of course, you don't need to answer this. After all, this meteorite has an automatic invisibility function. As long as you come into contact with it, you will be People affected by its power can also be made invisible together with it." A strange smile appeared on the wrinkled face of the old "magician".

"Invisibility? How can such a big glowing thing become invisible?" Wright held back his smile and pointed at the meteorite with disdain.

"Of course it's not invisible in the usual sense, but it ignores your perception. In other words, it makes you unable to detect its existence. Even though he is right in front of you, you can't 'see' him. You will always I thought there was nothing here, just a quiet little swamp." The old "magician" showed a proud smile.

"Oh, by the way, young man. I know there are many secrets hidden in you. You have at least one of 'spirituality' and 'divineness'. Your power must be superior to mine. You can see me, which means You have at least one of the upper-level professions, sequential monsters, and upper-level magic source power. I will definitely die if I fight you, but I am not afraid of you, and I don’t believe you will do anything to me."

"Actually, there are three powers. The old 'magician's' guesses are all right." Wright was secretly proud and thought in his heart.

"The divination of the 'Prologue Card' tells me that I will definitely not die before the god is discovered. So, young man, my ceremony is coming to an end. Do you want to watch this... performance before going to where you should go? ?" The old "magician" issued an invitation.

"Okay, it just so happens that I also want to... uh, 'find out' the... specific location of the 'Daughter of Mechanical Element'. I think it's best for us not to become enemies in the near future."

"For a mid-level profession, as a [Force Field Creator], even if I become an enemy, I still have the means to defeat them to the death."

As the old "magician" spoke, he began to mutter incantations belonging to the ancient Zhne Empire language.

Then, a bright, almost golden yellow light surged from his hands. As his body jumped forward lightly, those lights turned into brilliant starlight, surrounding his body and It wrapped him up, slowly rose up, and floated diagonally above the meteorite.

"Let's get started, [Warriors], I paid the money, and you have to pay the labor. This is a fair transaction, a simple employment relationship." The voice of the old "magician" seemed to be blessed with a loudspeaker. Loud and ethereal.

Immediately afterwards, those humans wearing military green uniforms, known as [Warriors], roared wildly.

Their voices were sometimes deep, sometimes sharp, like goats and rats, more like messy cries that were fueled by unknown emotions.

Then, under the yellow light of the old "Magician", neat wolf howls came out from the throats of those [Warriors].

It's sad, tragic, and "confused", but mixed with a hint of hope and endless longing.

They were moving their heads randomly... without any sense of direction... just like those people seen on TV in the previous world who twisted their necks randomly without following the instructions of health experts... and they were not afraid of cervical vertebrae dislocation... …

While complaining in his heart, Wright noticed that the reddish-brown meteorite emitted a bright red light due to its strange movements, which complemented the yellow light.

Its surface began to crumble, revealing many cracks surrounding the pits.

The broken interior began to reveal a more solid, mechanical-like part that glowed with steel.

After seeing these colors, the group of [Warriors] began to become sickly, and began to jump left and right in an orderly manner. Their arms were so soft that they were squirming like maggots. They moved left and right in a staggered manner, jumping in place without restraint. In the end, they all prostrated and knelt in front of the meteorite.

A few seconds later, with the sound of shattering glass, the side of the meteorite facing Wright had completely turned into an oval-shaped steel.

And on its surface, a poem with complex interpretations in the Zine Empire language was written in a caramel-like color.