Wasteland Echoer

The huge explosion sound was like countless cannons firing in unison, and it was like the machinery in all the factories in the empire failed at the same time, and the explosion occurred after the gasoline escaped to the critical point.

But the strange thing is that the red light emitted by Wright's hands and the black "glow" emitted by Windecker are only sounds and do not have much real impact.

The surrounding team members, including Feng, only heard deafening noises and vibrations that could tear eardrums. Other than that, they only felt the faint air flow generated by the magic source power, and the constantly shining red background. With the light of fantasy and strange images.

The confrontation lasted for almost a minute, and the red light, including the white electric "little snake" that was constantly jumping and shining around it, finally gradually weakened.

Two or three seconds later, Wendek's black "light" swallowed up all the red light like a lizard or a giant dragon.

Immediately afterwards, with the dull sound of power attacking the flesh, Wright's body was hit hard against the wall under the impact of the "Shark Head Mechanical Wheel", and he lost the ability to continue fighting on the spot.

With a steady pace, Wendek gradually withdrew the remaining dual magic power in his body, which was like a lake that was about to dry up. He barely supported his body, which was wrapped in fatigue and pain, and walked fairly steadily. He walked towards Wright's side, the wall made of cement and steel bars.

After turning his head and waving to other team members and Feng to leave the warehouse, Wendek slowly squatted down.

"Can you still move?" Wendek asked, his voice was low and slightly trembling.

"No...it's not a big problem." Wright forced a smile.

"It's my fault." Wendek scratched his sweat-soaked, sticky, wet hair and smiled back:

"But you are indeed very powerful. That tentacle is indeed very powerful. Although it feels like you have only exerted less than 10% of its power, it is already powerful enough. I am not flattering you, Wright. To be honest, with you At the current level, as long as you can stand up now, then you will at least have the ability to escape at will when fighting any of the three major church cardinals."

"The ability to escape at will? Haha." Wright showed a knowing smile, "Stand up? Let me try. After all, I feel like I am not injured."

Wright said, trying to move his limbs that felt a little numb but not very stiff.

Immediately afterwards, he supported the ground with both hands, his back pressed against the cold wall, and his feet exerted slight force. He relied on the strong friction between the standard combat boots and the ground to form a grip. With the support of the wall, he succeeded. He stood up.

After looking at Wendek for a few seconds with pure black eyes that were unusually similar to the surrounding environment, the two of them smiled from the bottom of their hearts at the same time.

"Wright, judging from the magic source power, you should be of the flame type, right?" Wendek asked.

"It's not wrong." Wright did not answer directly.

"So, your power should be at level 5: painful, right?" Wendek asked.

"Well, probably not. The most recent acquisition should be the Inspiration Sequence Core. If you use the Lost One's set, it should be Sequence 6: Inspiration." Wright responded honestly.

"That's great. Are you an upper-level professional?" Wen Deke looked slightly unwilling and asked again in a slightly quick tone.

"Yes." This time Wright did not deny it, but endured the tearing and pain that emanated from his body from time to time, and nodded.

"Which one?" Wendek said, patting Wright on the shoulder, a place where epaulettes are not usually worn on the silver-white uniforms of the Guards.

"[Order]." Wright replied firmly and solemnly.

"It is a mysterious and powerful profession, and it is usually given a great mission. However, the advancement in strength will be very slow, and the growth will be extremely difficult. But as long as you can touch the level 3 'combat', it will be better than any other Professionals must be powerful beings, and can even detect the existence of 'divinity' in advance. Wright, you surprised me again." Wendek said with emotion.

"So, captain...what's your rank? Are you also a professional?" Wright asked tentatively. He also wanted to know what level his current combat ability has reached, and how far he can withstand seemingly A series of attacks by such a powerful captain Wendek.

After all, what Wendek showed to Wright was complete fighting skills, compound magic source power, skilled manipulation of sequential monsters, and excellent temporary reaction capabilities.

If coupled with a relatively high-level magic source power or an upper-level profession, then Wright will explore the god "Daughter of the Mechanical Element", detect and enter his divine domain, and prevent the inhumane "Blood Night Ritual" in Sogra City. "More confident.

"Level 5, pain. Wright, you should know some basic rules for superpowers. In fact, if we don't talk about identity and position, aren't we the lost ones with a low level of mental breakdown?

Once there is a suitable opportunity and we come into contact with gods or powerful magic sources, we will also get the sequence core and be promoted. "

As Wen Deke spoke, he turned his head to look at the "swaying" gas lamp on the wall. He took out an "Eternal Life" cigarette from his arms, took out one of the matches from a box, slid it to ignite, and lit the cigarette. .

After taking a long sip and spitting out a smoke ring mixed with the scent of "inner curled flowers", Wendek continued:

"Fifteen years ago, I saw two lost people who had a mental breakdown and murmured what seemed to be the language of Krusted. They chanted, 'Everyone will be silenced, no one will be saved, and so on.'

Later, they also mentioned strange language such as 'gods who gain immortality under the scorch' and 'strange bonds will be dismembered, and the old gods in the deep sea have awakened'.

I had been walking in the desert for more than half a month, and my food and water sources were nearly exhausted. So, after the last string of my sanity broke, I chose to eat them. Thus promoted to level 6 inspiration.

However, the promotion to level 5 was not so bloody. I took a magic source potion called 'The Scream of the End' that I bought from a magician in the Church of the Lost. I paid for it with my left arm and The price of the right leg was promoted to this point. "

"It's such a sad story. Promotion is too costly for humans... superpowers." Wright sneered.

After all, the upper-level profession [Order] currently recognized by the sequence card still needs to obtain the "pain", "hope" and "fight" sequence cores before it can be truly "activated" and gain real power.

If, like Wendek, we have to pay the price of arms and legs just to obtain the "painful" sequence core, is it possible that we have to pay the price of limbs to "hope" to obtain the sequence core? Do I have to sacrifice my heart to obtain the "battle" sequence core?

Thinking of this, Wright showed an extremely obvious, bitter smile that almost sounded like a "cold snort".

"Yes, if I could abandon human moral concepts, recognize the identity of the lost, and learn from them to survive as much as possible, I'm afraid I would have been able to reach the Order 4 'Hope' long ago. Unfortunately, I am a human, and I am still As a mid-level professional [Guardian], as long as I am approved by the sequence card, I can touch the No. 7 'Guardian' and become a [Guardian]." Wendek said with emotion.

"[Guardian]?" Wright's mind suddenly recalled the conversation with "Young Wolf" in "Gray Dream".

Immediately afterwards, he blurted out:

"The knight holding the golden shield faces the dark cannon. He has the spirit of chivalry that lasts forever."

"Have you understood? Yes, it's hard for you not to understand. According to legend, the [Order] is the existence of the king. Through the arrangement of gods and fate, you will obtain all the knowledge you should have access to in this world. Oh, by the way , Pusev, the leader of the 'Lone Wolf Society' who is loyal to the empire and has now been 'regularized' into a legion directly under the royal family, is an aloof, powerful and tenacious [Guardian]."

"Have you met Pusef, the man known as the 'Wolf of Odyssey'?" Wright asked slightly eagerly.

"It was a casual encounter. I met him in Zhenetsk a few years ago. But that time happened to be when His Royal Highness Crown Prince Ivante was giving a speech in the Imperial Parliament, but my knowledge of him is limited to information." Wendek said, throwing the half-burned cigarette to the ground, crushing it with his foot a few times to completely extinguish it, and then continued:

"When it comes to [Guardian] and [Guardian], I want to educate you. Professionals in our line are usually very strong, which is strong in the physical sense. Unless they are cursed or physically injured, generally their height will not Less than two meters, and as long as there is enough food, even if we do less strength training, we will be muscular, strong and strong in defense. Moreover, we will be very strong, and it is easy to learn fighting skills without a teacher. .”

"Like a bodybuilding champion or a fighting master?" Wright muttered.

If your [Orderer] ability is activated, you have to consider whether you should contact the [Guardian] as soon as possible to learn or copy their professional abilities.

With a toned body, strong strength, and complete fighting skills, he sounds very safe.

"And..." Wendek's rich voice interrupted Wright's "revelation", "We will actively maintain and expand our rationality. In other words, we rarely collapse because of seeing filth and strange things, and our hearts Usually very determined and oddly clear-headed most of the time.”

"Also, as far as I know, the [Guardians] and [Guardians] in the empire are usually very idealistic and protective, and they always feel pity for the weak, but there is no 'Mother's plot'.

We have the qualities of bravery, perseverance, and determination, and we do not have any difficulty in choosing or being indecisive. In the spiritual field, we rarely feel pain. "

"With a strong spirit, perseverance and courage, coupled with appropriate sympathy for the weak, he is indeed very suitable as a 'guardian'. He is a trustworthy teammate." Wright thought to himself for a few seconds and asked:

"Captain, I want to ask one more thing. If it's not convenient for you to answer, I won't continue to ask. After all, I'm still curious about your power."

"It doesn't matter, but I guess, you must want to know about 'Shark Head' and 'MB-401: Shark Head Mechanical Wheel', right?" Wendek guessed.

"That's right." Wright nodded.

"I can only tell you that this is a sequence monster that an old 'mechanic' helped me install on my body after I sacrificed my left arm and right leg for the potion. I heard that the foundation has been completely stopped. Operation, the outright outlawed organization briefly took control of it."

"Its origin is also very 'wonderful'. It is said that before the New Year, a steel ship caught a deep-sea shark on a thundering night while sailing from the western port of the Putoa Federation.

It was originally just an ordinary and valuable fishing operation. After all, the upper echelons of the Putoa Empire often had a soft spot for some ferocious fish. But that night, as the 'Giant Moon' and 'Crimson Moon' came simultaneously, the deep-sea shark suddenly changed. "

"When people found the captain the next day, his head had lost all trace and turned into the two 'shark heads' you just saw. Then, the Foundation branch of the Putoa Federation captured it, And named it Sequential Monster, it was indeed classified as a biological type at first.

As for why it later had the characteristics of items, this aspect does have something to do with me, but I can’t tell you now. "

"Captain, when can you tell me? I'm very interested in this story." Wright asked eagerly.

"Wait until..." Wendek showed a "normal" smile, touched Wright's pure black hair, and said:

"Either everything will die, or we humans will win the final victory in this battle."

…

After Wendek helped Wright out of the warehouse where he was training, he sent him to the 6th floor of the "Tongzi Building" where the army doctor of the "New Wind Team" was located.

After a brief inspection and bandaging, Wright and Feng entered a neat and clean room in the corner of the 4th floor under Wendek's arrangement. It seemed to be a two-person room that the occupant had just left.

He took off the guard's top and tactical trousers, which were already stained with dust, dirt, blood, and sticky substances, and could barely show the pure silver color, and kept them aside.

Then, Wright simply took off all the clothes he had worn during this period and had not had time to wash, and looked at Feng Gang. Under the leadership of other team members, he left No. 2374 Street Z District, the management camp residential area, and lived in the "Tongzi Building". "A complete set of military green regiment uniforms were received from the camp material group in Area B, as well as military green shirts, underwear, etc. that are worn daily.

In addition to clothes, Feng told Wright that he also received some daily necessities and daily necessities, including some medicines, sequence potions, and bandages and other medical supplies.

Although the food was only two cans of sugar and half a box of canned fruits, for the two of them, these, plus the food received from Keton, would not be a problem for half a month after officially entering the Silent Highlands.

After putting on a new clean shirt and underwear, washing my face and upper body with the water stored in the "Tongzi Building", and counting the supplies and new uniforms I received, due to the successive incidents in the past few days, I Due to the lack of sleep and the "fighting training" that just consumed a lot of physical and mental energy, Wright suddenly felt a sleepiness that penetrated deep into his soul.

After a few brief explanations, Wright lay down directly on the neat bed covered with cotton quilts to rest.

Drowsily, half asleep and half awake, Wright once again felt the long-lost feeling of invisible tentacles groping, entwining and squeezing his body.

What was different from that time was that these wriggling invisible tentacles were constantly exuding a cold, biting, cold, "ice and snow" breath to his body.