Wasteland Echoer

"Wu Sheng" said, stretching out his fingers as wide as a baseball bat and scratching on a long table cut out of rock in front of the Giant Pope.

Wherever the fingertips touched, there was a harsh "sizzling" sound, and the tabletop seemed to have lost the protection of "sturdiness", and the "inanimate" fingers pulled out a crooked white trace until it touched a large wolf-skin map. .

"His Majesty the Pope." "Wu Sheng" cleared his throat and explained nervously:

"To the south, the empire dispatched at least more than 10,000 ground troops and effortlessly captured the eastern part of the 'Shahu District'. The forward army has touched the 'Via' and 'Chek' camps in the 'Sand Central District'. In To the southwest, our lost ones and the unintentional people controlled by us were unable to withstand the fierce offensive of the Imperial Chekavsk Army. They had retreated to the 'Sand Zone' in front of the Z' camp, using magic to build a solid wall barrier, waiting for the outcome of the battle. Variety."

"In the north, after the fall of the 'Forward Area Camp', the troops from the Imperial Donusk Area B Camp came out in full force. Since they were not superior in equipment, they were intercepted by us in the 'Pasture Area' of the 'Silent Front Area'. We are in a stalemate. But the report sent back this morning pointed out that the empire used the remaining raw materials to launch the 'Thermite Final Silence' again, causing the death of 600 outstanding lost people on our side."

"What else?" the Giant Pope asked in a sharp voice.

Then, he picked up an animal-headed scepter inlaid with various precious gems, crossed his hands and placed it on it. A dark cloud seemed to gather on his wrinkled face, and his brown eyes were filled with battle. Confusion and panic about the development of the situation.

"Oh, Your Majesty the Pope, due to our disastrous defeat, the enemies in the Donusk camp have broken through the two commanding heights of the mountains, and are only less than 500 meters away from standing above our heads." "Wu Sheng" narrated. He circled an irregular rectangular shape in the center of the map with his huge finger, which represented the underground camp of the Giant Church.

Then, he pursed his dry lips, suppressing the dryness and burning sensation caused by the wound on his chest, and continued:

"To the west, the 25th Army, 37th Army and 102nd Army of the Empire drove past the 'Silent Front Area', crossed over the inaccessible 'Twilight' area, and penetrated directly to our west. Fortunately, the troops led by 'Song Nian' More than 20 professionals and 500 elite lost people successfully blocked them. Now, the two sides are facing off near the 'Quicksand Camp', and the battle line has not changed much."

"Is there more?" asked the Giant Pope, his voice obviously trembling and hoarse.

"No more!" "Wu Sheng" shook his head and said:

"There is only so much content in our war at present. According to the calculations of several [prophet] on our side, as long as the empire's offensive continues for two more days, our underground camp will fall. By then, you, me, and we These top-grade losers will be executed by the empire, and other compatriots will inevitably be driven to factories to sell their labor, and finally die miserably on a snowy night in poverty."

"That's it." The Giant Pope murmured in a low voice, and his eyes suddenly became hollow.

Suddenly, he felt that everything in front of him began to curl inward and twist abnormally. In front of him, there seemed to be countless bright lights falling from the universe to the ground. They were gorgeous, wonderful, and exquisite, but in the end they formed a handful of The huge silver-white pistol was pressed against his body.

The crisp sound of the trigger being pulled passed by, and a huge roar that shook his eardrums completely brought him back to reality.

"Your Majesty the Pope, your body has not recovered from the injuries caused by the imperial artillery bombardment. How about the meeting ends here? You are too tired. If nothing happens now, I am afraid we will not be able to leave here alive." "Wu Sheng" advised.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Yes, you should rest first."

…

The high-ranking losers present echoed one after another.

However, the giant pope who was barely supporting his body just shook his head indifferently. Half of what supported his weak body was fear, and the other half was responsibility.

The Lost are an intelligent race. They are not much different from humans. They can reproduce and enjoy seven emotions and six desires. However, they were cursed by the "mysterious extraordinary power" and turned into half-gods and half-monsters.

They are not wrong. Moreover, in the past hundred years or so, most of the Lost, except for the vampire monsters, have given up feeding on human flesh and blood, and instead choose to integrate into human society as much as possible, even if they become the lowest level. exist.

But except for a small number of elites who are reused due to their strength, most of them are still miserably torn between the two identities of "lost people" and "superpowers", and they will also suffer from the harassment of nobles and official "superpowers" among human beings from time to time. disdain.

In the factory, even if they work 16 hours a day, they can only get 6 Singapore dollars per month, which is far less than a normal human being.

Their struggle against fate, injustice, and low self-esteem make them never dare to completely give up on being enemies of humans.

Fortunately, the goddess of fate has not abandoned them. As long as the "Daughter of Tool Yuan", the god of "Silent Highlands", is discovered by the Lost One first, the god's blessing will sublimate their strength.

As long as one is promoted to Order 3, the power possessed by the Lost One will be able to instantly annihilate all the technology currently created by the empire.

In the "small" Sune Empire, Order 3 is the existence of gods!

Thinking of this, the giant pope showed an expression of half relief and half surprise on his face. He blinked his eyes hard, trying to keep himself completely awake.

Then, he suppressed the trembling in his lips and said in a high tone, full of hope:

"If the Church of the Dark Night finds a way to disperse the quicksand, successfully find the area where the Vital Water is located in the Lake of Silence, and find the realm of the gods, everything will be fine."

"Your Majesty!" "Wu Sheng" showed an expression that he could not bear to hurt the giant pope, frowned and said:

"The Church of the Dark Night has been suppressed by human combat aircraft and artillery. Even those who master the 'Leap Technique' and 'Blood Wind' cannot get out of the 'Blood Bright' Castle. In other words, at least for a short period of time, we and them will have to Each alone bears the fiercest fury of mankind.”

Hearing this, the giant pope's mouth moved, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

His hands were shaking violently, like a Parkinson's patient.

He stared straight ahead angrily, wanting to vent his anger by surging the richest fire demon power in his body.

But he restrained himself. He was the leader of this tragically lost people. Decades ago, he had promised them to build a harmonious country on the "ruins" of the Zine Empire.

He cannot get angry, he must restrain himself.

With a long sigh, the giant pope's eyes suddenly became sharp. He glanced among the tall crowd, and was stunned for a moment when he saw "Wish" behind the crowd.

Immediately, he suppressed the trembling of his hands, placed the precious scepter on the wolf-skin map, adjusted the metal lace glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said leisurely:

"Cardinals 'Wu Sheng' and 'Ning Yuan' are in charge. Red Cardinals Lance and Jota will stay, and the others can prepare for the battle."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Everyone agreed in unison.

The messy footsteps and sparse discussions continued for several minutes. When the small metal door was slammed shut, there were only two tall "monsters" and two relatively thin ones left in the much spacious room. "Normal loser".

"Is the current situation... really irreversible?" The Giant Pope once again glanced with worried and scrutinizing eyes.

But this time, it was no longer a group of ugly lost people with different appearances, but a strong man standing in front of him upright, elegant, upright, and more like a human being.

"Your Majesty, I came back this time to bring you two pieces of news. One is good and the other is bad. Which one do you want to hear first?" "Ning Yuan" spoke first.

"'Ning Yuan,' please stop teasing His Majesty. I know that the war situation is not going well and everyone is in a bad mood, but this is not a reason for you to disrespect His Majesty." "Wu Sheng" scolded angrily.

But "Ning Yuan" ignored him. Instead, he took half a step forward, supported the long rock table with both hands, and said seriously:

"Your Majesty, I have captured the young man with the 'red magic source power', who is Wright from the Empire's former Sukra Guards. This is good news." "Ning Yuan" deliberately paused for half a second, taking the opportunity to observe the giant pope's movements. reaction.

Seeing the giant pope's eyes suddenly become sharper, and his hands no longer shaking, he was grabbing the edge of the table and leaning forward slightly, "Ning Yuan" knew that his majesty the pope must be very interested in his news.

Seeing this situation, he no longer concealed anything else, and told the rest of the content like a bamboo tube pouring beans:

"But the bad news is that I also rescued the Cardinal of the Dark Night Church, 'Xue Mu'. As you know, the 'Dark Night Zone' controlled by the Dark Night Church is the only way to get back without encountering the empire." . Originally I had agreed with 'Xue Mu' that after I rested in the 'Dark Night Zone' for a few days, he would find a way to send me here in a mechanical chariot."

"But unfortunately, as soon as Wright was sent to the Church of the Dark Night, the empire suddenly launched a general attack. Under the heavy artillery fire, I couldn't send another powerful living person. So, 'Xue Mu' and I, There was also a group of vampires from the Dark Night Church who discussed it and decided to come alone first to learn about the changes in the battle situation.

They suggested that if the situation is right, we can take advantage of the imperial ammunition replenishment to escape the camp collectively, go to the "Dark Light" to join them, jointly resist the imperial attack, or enter the realm of gods together. "

After hearing this, the Giant Pope did not make any expression. Instead, he leaned on the silver throne and tapped his scepter with his fingers without saying a word.

For a long time, he slowly shook his head and turned to ask "Wu Sheng":

"If we activate that sequence monster, what chance do we have of winning?"

"Is it the 'MB-010: Ancient God's Demonic Machine' known as the 'Devil's Machine'?" "Wu Sheng" asked with a serious look on his face.

Seeing the Giant Pope nod his head with difficulty, Wu Sheng clenched his fists and then released them. After sighing heavily, he said in a rapid and low tone:

"It is a giant robot created by the old gods to threaten the Creator. If we say it, it will be easy to activate it, and according to the predictions of the [Prophet], our probability of winning will increase from less than one thousandth to 15%. But Your Majesty, it needs sacrifices. Once it is activated, it will swallow 10 Rank 5 Elite Lost Ones, using their whole body blood as dye."

"And those who can control it can only be the upper-level profession [Slaughterer]. You know, professionals of this type are madmen. If you are not careful, they will go crazy and even carry out indiscriminate bloody killings."