Wasteland Echoer

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

The moment the bullets came into contact with the nuns, they dispersed into laser beams, completely covering their bodies.

After a buzzing sound of electricity, the nuns were instantly swallowed up by the light and turned into a pool of sticky, scarlet liquid with an intoxicating aura.

Immediately afterwards, as a red and blue light flashed, the bodies of the nuns and the changing liquid turned into an existence that was as incandescent as the sun, and quickly enveloped Wright's body.

Then, the light turned into countless particles. They were like fireflies wandering aimlessly in the long night, unable to find their direction. Under the command of the magic source power overflowing from Wright's body, they were filled with red light from his seven orifices. Wrapped body.

Surrounded by power, Wright slowly rose into the air. Although the dark-colored robe absorbed most of the incandescent and red radiance, it still could not cover up the brilliance formed by the surging particles.

In a matter of seconds, Wright rose to a height of ten meters above the ground, only one or two meters away from the ceiling at the top.

At this moment, his eyes were still red, like a gargoyle that was rumored to be deeply associated with the vampires. However, because his body could not absorb all the particles, the remaining parts adhered to Wright's body, forming a powerful armor. .

Like the tall, mighty, invincible "Glory Knight" who roamed the Western Continent in the Second Era.

"Is it over? It should be over." Wright shouted anxiously in his heart.

He felt as if an endless stream of water had been poured into his whole body, but his arms and legs were so numb that he couldn't move at all.

He tried to call out to the wind, but the strong burning sensation in his throat prevented him from saying a word. He could only scan his body in panic, either waiting or looking for a way to end the "banquet".

However, the feeling of expansion in his body and the sudden feeling of collapse from the outside appeared at the same time, putting him on the verge of collapse.

What's even worse is that his eyes suddenly couldn't see clearly.

The hall that was clear and bright just now is now nothing but the blood mist.

At the same time, a long-pitched tinnitus first appeared in his ears, followed by curses and whistles, which made him mentally disordered.

"Is this the banquet catalyzing my red magic power? Will my body fall into chaos? Am I going to become a monster?" Wright asked anxiously.

He tried to call for help, tried to shout, but except for the sound of electricity, the permeating sound of energy, the increasingly shrill curses, and the sirens that continued to disturb his spirit, he heard no human sounds.

Then, the armor attached to his body suddenly became as heavy as shackles, and he felt that his body was being restrained more tightly.

From Feng's perspective, the pure white armor had turned into white-hot silk threads, wrapping up Wright like a huge silkworm chrysalis within a few seconds.

As the light dissipated, the fluctuations in energy such as magic source power were no longer obvious, and bright red lines formed on the surface of the "Silkworm Chrysalis", which were disorderly and messy, just like a masterpiece of a child's imagination.

Suddenly, the wind smelled the ultimate bloody smell, mixed with the burning smell of flames, and a faint, almost irrefutable odor.

"This is a silkworm chrysalis, which is a precursor to sublimation and evolution. I didn't expect, Brother Wright, there is a one-in-10,000 chance that it will appear on you." Feng looked up at Wright, his eyes widened, and he said in surprise and envy:

"The banquet of the Church of Dark Night has been going on for hundreds of years. Some people couldn't bear the power and exploded and died. Some people couldn't draw strength and left the show. Some people gained extraordinary power but became arrogant and then destroyed themselves. But silkworm chrysalises only exist in legends. Appeared in. For hundreds of years, you are the only one. Is this a coincidence... No, this is not a coincidence... This is inevitable."

Feng stepped forward quickly, laid his hands on the black glass tiles next to the pool, knelt on his knees, and said piously:

"The thirteen nuns who swallowed the seeds of 'MB-1999: Tree of Darkness' will activate all their power and pour it on the surface of their bodies. At the same time, their internal organs will simultaneously dissolve and become pure magic power. Exist. After performing the ritual of 'summoning the souls of the lost', they will resonate with the energy somewhere in the center of the earth, and they will turn into 'light' and integrate into your body."

"Brother Wright, you are the [Order], you are still a human with the power of the red magic source, you are a strong [warrior], and you are a soldier who goes through life and death. You have an unfailing character, you know how to persevere, you You have been suffering, and you are about to break away from the shackles of a mere human body and bear the fate of the lost."

"Looking at it this way, for thousands of years, apart from the 'Decision Maker' who has the identity of the dragon, you are the only one. Fate has arrived, the whistle is blowing, brother Wright, come out of the cocoon quickly!"

The wind shouted, supporting the body that seemed to be suppressed by huge rocks to stand. Although the hairs all over his body were standing on end, tears flowed uncontrollably on his cheeks, and blood gurgled from his nostrils, he had already crossed his hands and silently recited the knot. Spirit, forming a sharp arrow made of ice.

"Go, Bing, help Brother Wright, he is the [Order], he is the future, he is the hope for the harmonious coexistence of all races. I will not forget the agreement that day in the camp, even if I am the Lost One." Feng secretly decided road.

Immediately, the ice arrows floating in the air suddenly split and turned into dozens of arrows, rushing towards the "Silkworm Chrysalis" attached to Wright's body.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A cold sound cut through the air, and the arrows all penetrated the "Cicada Chrysalis" accurately, forming dark holes.

Immediately, holy light emitted from the "Silkworm Chrysalis". Accompanied by the roar of artillery fire overhead, the "Silkworm Chrysalis" split open!

In an instant, all the surrounding sounds disappeared, and even under the baptism of holy light, it still seemed silent.

A few seconds later, Wright, enveloped in holy light, slowly landed on the ground, facing the wind across the pool.

After the power of the holy light dissipated, Feng noticed that the magician's robe on Wright had turned into a dark red color, and the golden silk thread embroidered on it was a huge double-headed eagle holding a branch in its mouth.

The edges of the robe are already occupied by patterns of golden wheat ears, sunflowers, and chamomiles, and the overall style incorporates a strong Crusted style.

And, thankfully, there are no longer protruding blood vessels on Wright's skin, replaced by delicate and precise faint lines related to machinery. His eyes have become clear, and the whites of his eyes have returned, but they have become heterogeneous pupils.

One of the eyes returned to pure black, while the other turned into red eyes, one red and one black, very much like the "yao" of "yin and yang" mentioned in Eastern divination culture.

Mutual generation and mutual restraint, one positive and one negative, both good and evil, never ending.

Although Wright's external condition seemed to have returned to normal and the feeling of oppression no longer existed, Feng still remained cautious.

He stood up slowly, with the magic source power belonging to the "water source" surging in his right hand, and asked in a sharp young voice:

"Brother, do you still remember who you are?"

"Who am I?" Wright murmured subconsciously, staring straight ahead, losing focus.

"Does it mean you collapsed?" Feng asked unconsciously:

"This is a ritual of our Dark Night Church. Indeed, we will infuse some of the power of the vampires and the dark night into your body. I know that the red magic source power and the [Order] will be blessed by part of the goddess of light, and the two powers restrain each other. But collapse can be divided into two steps."

"Collapse...collapse?" Wright repeated unconsciously, still maintaining his original posture.

"Yes. The first step is to be in a trance, under a lot of pressure, and have hallucinations. Occasionally, you will hear strange noises and enter strange dreams. When the dreams and noises end, you will not feel any relief. Instead, you will feel very tired and Pain. The second step is violent behavior, accidental beating or killing due to hallucinations, or the body becomes distorted, or strange foreign objects such as tentacles, scales, eyes, etc. grow. After that, it becomes a monster, or Degenerate into a 'careless person'. Brother Wright, you shouldn't collapse, right."

The wind shouted, and even the voice was mixed with cries. In the wasteland world shrouded in "mysterious extraordinary power", even the lost will be affected, collapse and turn into monsters.

He hoped that Wright would not become a monster because the conflict of powers catalyzed the "mysterious extraordinary power" in his body.

He shook Wright vigorously, trying to wake him up.

Fortunately, Wright grabbed Feng's arm and responded in a particularly gentle tone:

"I didn't collapse, I was just thinking about the problem. Just now, I felt that the computing power of my brain had been improved by several levels. My originally chaotic thinking became extremely clear, and the magic source power that I used to rely on my senses seemed to have gained some power. Strengthening of the germ plasm. I should be about to be promoted, Feng, I seem to know the 'principle' of the operation of the red magic source power, and thus feel the rich 'sorrow', as well as the ultimate pain that penetrates into the soul..."

"Wonderful! Wonderful! You are indeed a human being chosen by the gods. Compared with that big guy from the Klein family who possesses 'divinity', you are more worthy of our training, and you are more worthy of contacting the gods, so as to become that person who makes people stand tall." The existence of Yang Zhi." A soft voice like a stunted eunuch came from behind Wright.

Wright looked back, and at some point, a slightly familiar face appeared on the Black Iron Throne.

His eyes are red, his skin is pale, and his appearance is very handsome. He is a rare breed in the Western Continent.

He was wearing an elegant tuxedo with a windbreaker-like style. Under the dark coat style, a white underwear shirt was exposed.

Seeing Wright, he lifted up his tuxedo and crossed his legs, revealing the scarlet part inside that was rendered with blood.

"Vladymisky! I saw you in the Chekavsk newspaper. You were executed because you opposed His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's attack on the Lost Ones and used magic to coerce him. Why are you here?" Wright was shocked. shouted.

"What a smart kid." Vladimirski admired, with an endearing smile on his lips, and said elegantly:

"The Vampires will not die easily. We have strong vitality. This is the premise. As long as our surviving ancestor of the Vampires does not close his eyes, I will not die. Wright, as long as you are willing, you will soon Can break through the lifespan limit of humans and the lost and gain eternity.”

"I don't want to." Wright flatly refused:

"Eternal life will bring eternal pain. Besides, how much magic power will be consumed to maintain it."

Wright amused Vladimirski out of practical considerations. After laughing wildly, he managed to regain his composure and continued:

"Actually, I am the Pope of Dark Night. That scumbag Yvante doesn't know this. Even apart from our own people, the stupid and ugly losers from the Church of Hope and the Church of Giants don't know either."

"It's an anecdote," Wright commented.

"The person who has been wearing a black robe and a metal mask is my puppet. It has been like this for more than a hundred years. This has also perfectly and successfully deceived Ivant. He always thought that I had a conflict with the Pope of Dark Night. Two forces, so he released me, announced to the outside world that I was executed, tried to let the tiger return to the mountain, and provoked our own internal fighting. It is a pity that we are the one shrouded in 'wisdom'."

"Now, although our three major churches are at a disadvantage on all fronts, and our church has also lost the 'Silent Ore Pit' in the 'Silent Central District', we have gained you. After the 'Banquet' catalyzed, we have the red You have the magic source power. I can feel that, Wright, you have already obtained the 'wisdom' sequence core, and now you are only one step away from getting the 'pain' sequence core and getting promoted."

"How do I do it?" The desire for power made Wright blurt out without hesitation.

Vladimirski did not answer immediately, but teleported and appeared in front of Wright, stretched out his slender tongue and licked his cheek, exposed his sharp fangs and approached Wright's neck, whispering:

"blood."

"Blood?" Wright asked, "Whose is it?"

"A person with 'divine nature' was originally a human being, but now he is a man who exists in the superposition of 'blood clan' and 'lost people'."

"Is it Brett?" Wright asked, his tone becoming serious.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha, hahahaha." Vladimirski couldn't help laughing wildly. He lifted up his tuxedo again, turned around gorgeously, took two steps forward to distance himself from Wright, then turned around again, bowing his head slightly. , said like a wild beast discovering delicious prey:

"You are very smart, you are Brett, that big guy like a polar bear. But now he has become my subordinate."

"Sin!" Wright cursed, spitting on Vladimirski's smooth leather shoes.

However, the Dark Night Pope, the leader of the blood clan, did not pay attention, but continued to say in a provocative tone:

"Yes, it is evil. If we don't do evil, we can't survive. Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you, compatriots." Vladimirski opened his arms and stretched his hands diagonally upward forty-five degrees, as if to praise He raised his head like the sun and said:

"Our top-grade Lost Ones, come in and get to know your new friend, Wright Sugra, the owner of the red magic source power. Also, take the slightly delirious 'Polar Bear' with you."

With that said, Vladimirski teleported back to the black iron throne that reflected the full light.

Immediately afterwards, twenty or thirty top-ranking lost members of the Church of the Dark Night, who were dressed similarly to Vladimirski and were tall, lean, elegant, and pale-faced, poured in from the side door of the hall.

In unison, they touched their hearts with their right hands gracefully, bent down and bowed to Fredimiski, and then all sat down at the round table in the style of Krusted's palace.

However, the last two lost people who came in, covered by black robes and masks, did not inherit the elegance of the lost people in front. They were tall and powerful, supporting a man in silver-white uniforms, and walked quickly to Fu. In front of Radimisky.

After Vladimirski waved, the two lost men supported the man and faced the crowd. Only then did Wright realize that it was Brett, whom he had not seen for a long time.

At this time, Brett's face was pale, lifeless and bloodless, and his original pair of green eyes turned into one of blood and one of silver.

The scars on his face have increased a lot, and there is even one across his face, from his left eye to his lower right lip.

His silver-white hair had become messy, like a dry mop that hadn't been wet for several days. Hanging on his chest is a sequential monster "Mithril Blood Drop" that is about the size of a finger, has a silvery luster, and resembles a large drop of water.

Looking carefully, Wright found that Brett's mental state seemed to be in poor condition, his eyes were dull and lifeless, and his reaction to the surrounding environment was almost zero, but his physical appearance did not seem to have changed much.

But...if there were any changes, Wright observed that Brett seemed to have a pair of bat-like wings growing on his back. When he flapped them unconsciously, he also revealed two "six-pointed star shield" patterns imprinted on both wings. .