Wasteland Echoer

"What did you do to Brett! What did you do!" Wright roared and asked Vladimirski.

"Didn't the 'Wisdom' and 'Inspiration' sequence cores increase your ability to understand? Wright. Didn't anyone reveal even a little bit of information to you before coming to 'Blood Bright'? I thought 'Xue Mu' had told you everything. ." Vladimirski gracefully put his legs on the black iron throne, rubbed a blue flame with his right hand, and asked in a "gentle" tone.

"I have indeed heard of it, but I can't imagine that you can be so despicable. Brett is a human being, not an object or a thing. Look at his dull eyes now. Does he still have any life left?" Wright said to Fraula. Dimitri glared and gasped through his nostrils.

"Yo, yo, yo, our [Order], the Lost Light compatriots who are about to reach Order 5, will also care about the life and death of human beings? It's amazing, what a fraternal spirit this is!" Vladimis Ji applauded, looked at Wright with "concerned" eyes and said:

"Do you want to be the saint who advocated 'respect' in the Eastern Fire Empire? Or the 'pioneer' who sacrificed himself to save the dawn sung by the bishop, or the 'prophet' sung by the orthodox bishop, or the universal After the 'Discovery of Man' and the 'Exploration of the World', the Toa Federation became famous in the 'Knights of the Windmills' written by Shakya in the 'Victoria' era?"

"Boring." Wright cursed.

Then, he raised the "Bear Bear" pistol, loaded it, pointed it at Vladimirski's head, and said:

"I am a human, a [Fighter] of the Zine Empire, a former member of the Sokra Guards, and a current member of the Zhenetsk Legion. I am not a lost person, and Brett cannot be a lost person, but now, it is obvious that he has He has been transformed by you. I think, judging from his condition, he should be more than just a lost person."

"Wonderful." Vladimirski raised his white thumb and praised:

"Your guess is correct. I did order the transformation of Brett, oh, this big guy with the 'divine nature' of the Klein family. He is now not only a lost person, but also a vampire. In short, he is not a human now. And , there was some accident during the transformation process, and his brain was damaged. According to some statements in "Imperial Medicine", he should now be a sleeping and unconscious 'vegetative'. If I hadn't nourished him with blood myself, this big guy would He would have been dead a long time ago and would never have the strength to stand up."

"I don't know if you value Brett's 'divinity' or something else, but your actions are despicable enough. Aren't you afraid of revenge?" Wright yelled.

He strode forward, pushed away one of the black-robed losers who was supporting Brett, trotted onto the high platform, stopped directly in front of the Black Iron Throne, and raised his pistol to Vladimirski's forehead.

Wright knew very well that he had the power of the red magic source to uncover the mystery of the "Daughter of the Mechanical Element" and enter her divine domain.

After this period of information collection, he was convinced that no one except himself had this power and could not use it.

Therefore, in the "Bright of Blood" underground castle, the home of the Church of Dark Night, he can feel confident and use more violent means to obtain the benefits he and Brett deserve through as much violence as possible.

"You are the second human in the Zine Empire who dares to threaten me with a gun. No, you are half a human." Vladimirski's tone softened slightly, without the arrogance, femininity, and Sinister and confident.

"I'm threatening you. I want you to let Brett go...and cure him." Wright demanded.

"Let it go? Of course." Vladimirski smiled professionally:

"He belongs to you. We have investigated your background. He is your only friend, right? He is a noble from Kusha, and you are a poor soldier of the empire. Logically speaking, it is difficult for you to have intersection."

"According to common sense, you are two parallel lines, but unfortunately, they are on the three-dimensional plane. As long as time is mature, they will be mapped on the two-dimensional plane and intersect. Wright, people like you are very upright. , have ideals, and understand fraternity, but you are not stupid. You are very concerned about the fate of the people at the bottom of this world, and you want to be a savior in a sense, right?"

"Yes..." Wright blurted out. He suddenly felt that he was being induced by Vladimirski, and immediately added:

"so what?"

"'Chariters' like you have the potential to become [gods of love], which is an existence that can find another way to reach the gods. The gods in the East advocate service, and only believers can gain power by worshiping them; the Zine Empire and the Krusted Empire The gods have different approaches but the same purpose, but they are also divided into camps.

The professionals of the "Good Order Group" adhere to some degree of love, enlighten themselves with the ideal of fraternity, obtain promotions, and contact the gods. This was especially obvious during the Steam Age. At that time, those impoverished workers in the Zhenetsk textile and steel factories were saved by a [God of Love], escaped from the abyss of exploitation, and settled in Krusted. . The 'border area' where their descendants lived turned out to be the empire's most powerful source of troops. "

"The members of the 'Chaos Order' usually obtain power through shady means such as theft, robbery, deception, killing, etc., and thus are promoted. They will receive the attention of the gods who are associated with evil. But most of them cannot eliminate the 'sad' accumulated in their bodies. , become crazy, and become monsters. In this era, there are many people who believe in chaos, and few people who believe in kindness."

Wright was briefly distracted by Vladimisky's argument that seemed to have nothing to do with his question. After briefly sorting out his thoughts, he chose to return to the original question:

"How does this relate to my request?"

"It's very simple..." Vladimirski shrugged and said:

"It is inevitable to let him go, he is yours. As long as you continue to take Brett's blood every day for a week, there is no doubt that you can advance to 'Order 5'. But to cure him, you need your own effort."

"Speak clearly," Wright continued to demand.

"You are the lost one. You have unparalleled potential. Although you do not appear powerful now, after a long night, you will be the shining star."

"I'm not a lost person!" Wright interrupted in a deep voice.

"Okay, let me admit your identity as a human being." Fredimiski seemed to be looking at an angry child, showing a caring smile and said:

"But to be honest, if it weren't for the request of 'Xue Dusk' and 'Bloodwind', I wouldn't have been able to save your Brett."

"Wind?" Wright turned his head and glanced at Feng quickly, but his hand holding the gun remained steady.

He knew that "Xue Mu" was the code name of Feng. He didn't know "Xue Feng", but he knew that he was one of the twelve "right cardinals".

"Of course." Fredimiski nodded, and then took out an iron box from his arms, and took out a black cigarette filled with dried inner flowers, using a blue flame. Lit it, took a sip full of affection and enjoyment, and said leisurely:

"He was invaded by toxins, which are the neurotoxins of the 'Blood Ink Squid'. Those creatures in the realm of the legendary 'Old Gods' will have evil powers. In other words, the neurotoxins are mixed with 'evil', and they will Destroy his nerves and make him a fool.”

"But his strong body hindered the attack of the toxin. He is the most powerful human being I have ever seen. Merlinal, the Lost One of the Church of Hope, admires him very much. And he also used 'mithril blood drops', That is a monster that can increase its power in all directions as long as it is poured with blood."

"Brett's brain nerves were not only damaged, but also his soul power was overdrawn by the 'Mithril Blood Drops'. Now, with my blood and the transformation of his body after becoming a lost person, he can stay awake." It's not easy. If you want to return to normal, it depends on the will of the gods. But, Wright, haven't you thought about yourself at all? As long as you accept the identity of the lost person and drink Brett's blood, you can Isn't it tempting to have power at your fingertips?" Vladimirski asked seductively.

"It won't be time." Wright shook his head slightly and said.

His head is in a mess right now. He knows that Vladimirski has no need to lie to him. If he wants to appease him, he can say that the Dark Night Church deliberately turned Brett into this ghostly state. Besides, he has an antidote. Bret can recover if he drinks it.

Wouldn't it be nice not only to be able to control Wright, but also to force him to serve the Church of Dark Night?

Therefore, in Wright's view, Vladimirski's description is true. The Church of Dark Night has shown their highest sincerity, which is to do their best to keep Brett "survival" as much as possible and find ways to cure him.

Of course, the purpose of the Church of Dark Night is also very obvious. They hope that Wright will become a true "one of their own" and hope that Wright will recognize his identity as a lost person and cooperate with them to jointly explore the divine domain of the "Daughter of Tool Yuan" and resist all obstacles. Destroy their empire.

But I am a human... I am a human, and I am still a [Fighter] of the Imperial Legion. If I agree to Vladimirski to obtain power and cooperate with them, it will be tantamount to treason, and furthermore, it will be a betrayal of the human race. , it’s “Human! Traitor!”!

Wright thought about the contradictory situation, feeling as if a small nuclear bomb had been inserted into his brain, causing him to feel an explosion-like pain, and the stinging aftertaste spread from his body to his chest and to his whole body, making him feel uncontrollable. pain.

His hands were shaking uncontrollably like a Parkinson's disease, and he felt his eyes began to become blurry, and the world around him began to become chaotic.

It wasn't until a dull, thunderous trembling sound came that he regained consciousness.

"It was an explosion. The empire is still attacking us with howitzers." Vladimirski's voice reached Wright's ears.

After shaking his head, Wright realized that at some point, his "Crazy Bear" pistol had been inserted into his waist. Since the robe did not have a holster, the pistol restrained by the belt looked unnatural.

Fredimiski must have used "lure" or "confusion" to influence his spirit just now, Wright speculated.

But as the sound of leather shoes "tapping" passed through, Wright looked over and saw that Fredimiski had cut open Brett's wrist with a knife and collected most of the blood in a clean test tube taken from an unknown source.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around, handed the warm test tube to Wright, and said:

"Drink it, Wright...now..."

boom!

Before Vladimirski could finish speaking, a gunshot sounded from behind him.

He looked in surprise at his chest, which was penetrated and instantly turned scarlet, and turned around angrily and hard.

At this time, the twenty or thirty "lost ones" who had just poured into the hall took off their uniforms and took off the human skin masks disguised as the lost ones of the blood race, revealing their human faces and uniform uniforms of the Sune Empire Legion.

They were armed with dark, uniquely shaped, huge guns and quickly surrounded Vladimirski.

They are human beings! He is from the Imperial Legion!

Light's heart welled up with joy.

But before he could be happy for a few seconds, the leader, who seemed to be the captain of these legion [soldiers], took two steps forward and finally took off his mask, revealing a face with a very abstract style.

The white background is the same as that of the Lost One. One eyeball is brown and the other is dark, like a hidden beast in the abyss.

His face, which looks weird and sinister, but is rich in handsomeness, is covered with blood vessels that resemble the winding rivers in the mountains. They are bulging and hideous, as if they are about to explode and splash out crimson blood. liquid.

"Is it...you, Shamon? Humans...can actually lurk...here?" Vladimisky's eyes widened, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He was trembling because of the pain, and looked at his eyes in surprise. The Lost Man with the weird front face said.

The test tube containing Brett's blood also fell to the ground due to Vladimirski's rapid loss of strength, instantly shattered and fell into pieces.

The scarlet, sticky blood even splashed onto Wright's face, causing him to feel briefly intoxicated and in a trance.