Wasteland Echoer

"Mr. Vladimirski, you have not forgotten me after all. This makes me happy, and it also makes His Highness Evante happy." Shamon used a weird tone and looked at Vladimis with a strange smile. base road.

Then, he leaned forward slightly, gave him a half-bow, and continued:

"Originally, His Highness the Crown Prince wanted to reuse you, but you tried to lead him into the evil abyss of magic. You should know that although His Highness is using magic, he hates it in his heart. That day in Chekavsk, if it were not for the power of the royal family, 'Time Wheel Watch', I'm afraid your assassination will be successful."

"His Highness took pity on you and let you come back to 'advise' the lost ones of the Church of Dark Night to return to the empire 'anyway'. But you actually concealed everything from His Highness."

As he spoke, Shamon raised the huge gun and aimed it at Ivant's head. He held the base of the heavy gun with his left hand and pressed his right hand on the trigger.

In this way, even if he is subject to a sudden fatal attack or an unexpected "mental attack", he can ensure that he pulls the trigger and kills Vladimirski within the shortest possible time of staying awake.

Reluctantly raising his head and remaining silent for a while, Vladimirsky blew on his messy hair and asked with a wicked smile:

"What am I hiding?"

"Do we still need to go to great lengths to verify and produce evidence before you will admit it?" Shamon asked in a judgmental tone.

"Then I want to hear it. After all, your Highness trusted me so much before, but now, he actually wants to kill me..." Vladimirski said, and a wave of emotion came out of his mouth. Red blood.

Immediately, he looked at Shamon with incredulous eyes, then squinted and focused on the huge gun in his hand.

"Actually, the Wasteland Era has gone through a long five hundred years. At the beginning, the city fell, and humans mutated into 'Heartless People' due to the 'virus'. Later, the 'Lost Ones' appeared." Shamon did not Responding directly to Vladimirski, he recounted the content in "The General History of the Wasteland Era":

"People at that time did not wake up from fear and panic. Some were slaughtered because they were weak, some committed suicide because of despair, some went astray and became 'human hunters' who specialized in killing their own compatriots, and some , willing to become a hostile race."

"Those long years were really despairing. Humanity could only survive in the dark strongholds. When we looked up at the stars, what we felt was the long cold night. Darkness, desolation, pain, and struggle were really despairing. But now, under the leadership of Crown Prince Ivante, at least in the Zine Empire, with the technology left over from the old Crusted Empire, we are about to wipe out all enemies and reestablish order."

"Just imagine, Mr. Vladimirski, if the dawn of peace is about to come, and a non-human human declares that darkness is more beautiful, and that person's spirit is normal and not like a madman, then the body How would you feel about being in charge of an empire?"

Shamoun posed a question that Vladimirski found difficult to answer.

The three major churches of the Lost care about nothing more than the interests of the Lost who are enemies in the eyes of humans. Relatively speaking, when peace comes, the Lost will soon become a minority.

Articles in several early issues of the journal "Imperial Medicine" mentioned that after conducting many experiments on the Lost, the Zhinetsk Military Academy came to the conclusion that the lifespan of the Lost is about three times that of humans. , but the fertility is only one-tenth, and only 0.3% of the 10,000 infected "unintentional people" have a chance of mutating into the Lost.

In other words, even if the Lost surrender and become the bottom residents of the human empire, they will either be assimilated or naturally become a minority and lose all rights to speak after a long time.

Wright, who was standing aside "watching the battle," noticed that while thinking about this issue, Vladimirski's eyes visibly flickered several times, his facial muscles twitched involuntarily, and he showed a brief expression of panic.

After about half a minute, Vladimirski's expression returned to normal, and he responded:

"So, I deserve to die?"

"Correct answer, Mr. Vladimirski, no, the Pope of Dark Night...His Excellency."

As the syllables of Shamon's "Your Excellency" fell, the surrounding empire soldiers raised their pistols and pointed them at Vladimirski Zephyr.

But the strange thing is that they didn't seem to see Wright, didn't pay any attention to him, and deliberately ignored his existence.

Therefore, he wiped the blood from his face, suppressed the inexplicable impulse, retreated slowly, and tried to get out of the central area where the firefight was about to begin.

"This is the latest product developed by declassified Crusted technology and the efforts of our own scientists, the 'Storm-527' rifle. It is specially prepared for you lost ones. It does not rely on any ammunition, only electricity. It can produce a wonderful killing effect. You know, this is an invention that transcends the times." Shamon stretched out a finger and lightly tapped the body of the rifle.

Dang, Dang!

The crisp knocking sound made Vladimirski tremble. After a brief trance, he focused his sight on the "Storm-527 Rifle".

This rifle is somewhat complex. The front half is a huge barrel, like a cannon barrel. The back half is spliced ​​with the gun body, the base and a "magazine" covered by glass that emits electric current inside.

Looking towards the inside of the barrel, there are several electric current exciters with sharp heads and round bodies. The electric energy will gather here and rely on the limitations of the internal structure of the gun to attack at a fixed position outwards.

The length of the rifle was nearly one meter. Vladimirski was curious as to why the seemingly thin Shamon could hold it easily. Moreover, in addition to its material of steel, there were several places where he could smell the scent of rare metals.

Those metals were attached near the barrel and had a strong aura of magic power. They must have been mined near the "Silent Ore Pit".

Upon closer inspection, there are smells of [fire] ore and [thunder] ore, as well as "Yurem" ore and the even rarer "Kayank" ore.

If Vladimirski's memory is correct, "Kayank" ore is generally distributed near lakes. After the death of sequence monsters or creatures with magic source power, the remains buried deep in the ground have been transformed after millions of years. The product of years of “refining”.

The surface of the newly mined "Kayank" ore is as bright as a diamond. It can emit light in a dark environment, and a starry sky will appear around it. If a small amount of magic power is poured into it, the holder will have the ability to fly.

But as long as it is exposed to the air for more than five minutes, without corresponding protection measures, the energy on its surface will quickly drain away, turning it into a marble-like existence, no longer possessing any special abilities.

Historically, the "Border Mine" of the Zine Empire and the "Kashen Silver Mine" of the Crusted Empire both produced rare output.

This barrel-like gun actually has the smell of "Kayank" ore... Vladimisky judged that the empire should have urgently dug the "Silence Ore Pit", and it is very likely that it dug through the "Silence Ore Pit" In the center of the highland, the road in the area covered by yellow sand.

"This rifle... I can feel its power through the magic source." Vladimirski was forced to praise.

"Of course, it is modified from the 'Electromagnetic Pulse Rifle', which is more powerful and consumes less energy. The key is that it can burn your skin and return your body's self-healing ability to normal human levels. Also, It is equipped with a small 'Demon Annihilation' machine, which can inhibit the use of most demonic powers." Sha Meng said proudly.

"So...if I join the empire again now and assist you in going to the divine domain of the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element', will I still have a chance?" Vladimirski asked weakly.

In the brief silence just now, he looked around. Except for Wright, Brett and Feng, he did not see or feel the breath of any lost people.

He didn't know how Shamon and his group had deceived him about the fluctuations in magic power and smell, but the reality was that he was very passive and on the verge of danger.

No, it's in danger.

"You know the purpose of His Highness Ifant, right? He just needs to restructure the order of the empire and eliminate all the lost ones. He doesn't care where the gods are or what their value is. He only desires absolute power and control over the empire. You The price is not attractive enough, and besides, you have deceived and betrayed His Highness. Therefore, the order His Highness gave me through the 'wireless intercom' yesterday was to...want you...to die!"

Shamon said, facing Vladimirski, and pulled the trigger.

Zila—zila—touch!

The magazine at the rear of the "Storm-527" rifle suddenly lit up. In just one second, a blue and white laser shot out of the barrel. Along with the arc, the laser shot straight through Vladimir Ski's heart.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Vladimisky struggled and roared.

At this moment, he was like a crazy beast. He teleported and flew only a few meters, landing on the blood-stained and extremely cold ground.

In an instant, his eyes were filled with scarlet color, and saliva began to flow from the corners of his mouth.

In just a few seconds, his body expanded rapidly and became extremely strong.

The muscles of his body tore the tuxedo to pieces, scattering white, red and black strips of cloth all over the floor.

A pair of "antlers" grew out of his head, and a pair of huge bat-like wings grew out of his back. Wright, who was already standing outside, observed that there were actually and... The same "six-pointed star shield" pattern as Brett.

Before he had time to think carefully, a pair of strong arms suddenly appeared on Vladimirski's shoulders, and bamboo shoot-like spikes appeared on his back, like a hedgehog.

After some changes, Vladimirski's whole body had turned blue-gray, but his chest was quickly filled with red blood vessels at an inappropriate time.

Immediately afterwards, crocodile-like scales covered his chest, except for his heart.

"Shamon." Vladimirski's voice became extremely sharp, but mixed with vibrato, as if a person's voice was superimposed multiple times.

Faced with Vladimisky who suddenly turned into a monster, Shamon did not panic, but quickly ordered the soldiers to get into formation and prepare to continue the attack.

"You...really think that a small rifle can limit my power? You are too ridiculous and too pitiful." Vladimirski revealed his ugly face, stained with blood and smelling of stench. Fang said:

"I rarely use magic power, you know. I am used to using the power of pure blood. As long as the ancestor is alive, no weapon can do anything to me, and I am the only powerful existence here." Blood "The Flame Frost' is about to be liberated from my body. He is an evil soul that was sealed by me a hundred years ago. Now, he is a weapon!"

As Vladimirski said, he actually cut his chest with his right hand covered with sharp nails, and took out a semi-mechanical heart stained with blood and burning liquid and emitting blue light.

Immediately, he looked up and waved his left hand, and suddenly a torrential "blood rain" was scattered in the air, and quickly formed a blood mist that was difficult to see inside.

When the mist dissipated and the fishy smell filled the air, Shamon realized that the heart just now no longer existed. What appeared in Vladimisky's hands were two long knives that were dark and glowing with bright red patterns.

Coupled with his strong monster body, a pair of ugly and powerful wings, and a weird and evil face, Shamon suddenly felt like he saw the devil!