Wasteland Echoer

"Is there still a mutation in strength?" Sha Meng asked doubtfully.

He was secretly surprised, turned his gaze on the "Storm-527" rifle in his hand, and then looked at the devilish Vladimirski with confusion.

Immediately, he swallowed and ordered in a particularly low tone:

"shooting!"

Dozens of rifles of the same style as Shamon were aimed at Vladimirski. As the Imperial Legionnaires pulled the trigger, the hall rang with the chaotic sound of electricity.

There was a squeaking sound, as if an unskilled novice was playing a violin that had long since lost its pitch.

After a short "prelude", powerful rays of light spurted out from the muzzle like a rocket launcher, hitting Vladimirski's strong and muscular body directly.

When Shamon attacks with a rifle alone, the light is blue and white, rich in the beauty of interlaced colors, but the light collectively emitted by more than twenty rifles is like the day when the "scorching sun" comes.

At this moment, the electric arc disappeared, the blue light dissipated, the surrounding gas lamps emitting relatively weak light shattered, and the entire hall was invaded and occupied by a holy white glow, as if an angel or god had descended.

Seeing the wonderful, shocking, majestic, fantastic and magnificent scene, Wright, who had already secretly carried Brett and hid aside, suddenly recalled the small and closed room where he was arrested by the Scottish security team in Sogra. Dreams.

The light comes, the night recedes, the incandescence envelopes us, and the darkness disappears.

Gradually, Wright really saw a rich orange-red light!

He felt the heat and warmth of being on the beach under the scorching sun, and his spirit resonated with the bright surroundings.

Briefly, he felt that he and the environment were about to merge into one, turning into the wriggling mass of flesh formed under the "scorching sun".

In fact, the orange-red light gradually collapsed and condensed inward, forming a color like blood.

"Blood? Is this still light?" Wright suddenly woke up from his trance.

He sniffed the air around him vigorously. Yes, it smelled of blood.

Since his characteristics as a superpower have become more obvious and the influence of the red magic power has become more intense, his sense of smell has improved several levels, especially for blood.

Wright thought about it, shook his head vigorously, and pinched his thigh, using the pain to wake himself up.

This method worked as expected. By the time he fully regained consciousness, the first wave of attacks by the human legions had ended.

After the diffuse smoke and remaining white heat dissipated, Wright looked towards the center of the hall, toward the Black Iron Throne. Vladimirski's position was wrapped in a dim red mist.

A few seconds later, as a halo of dim light spread outward from Vladimirski's position, the blood mist instantly condensed into ice-blood particles, falling to the ground like a waterfall, more like hail in autumn and winter. .

They jumped and rolled on the ground like elves. When Vladimirski's body was displayed intact in front of several people, Shamon felt that those "hailstones" were nakedly mocking their human weakness.

"This 'Blood Flame' is my second life..." Vladimirski said to Shamon and the others in a dull, ethereal, devil-like tone:

"As long as I give half of my soul, it can reconstruct my body. It has the power of transcendent ice and fire. More importantly, before I sealed it, it was a blood-loving 'bloodless person'. I It took a lot of effort to turn it into an 'evil soul', and then it was tempered into these long swords. It will give me the power to transcend the devil and get close to the gods of the past. Shamon, do you want to talk to me? Will I die together?"

"You know, Vladimirski, 'As long as the steam boils, the magic will dissipate'. The future belongs to technology, magic and extraordinary will eventually dissipate in the long river of history. Your evil soul may not be able to fight against 'electromagnetic' An evolved version of the pulse rifle. You must know that this nearly fatal attack on you only consumed 5% of our electrical energy. Our battle is still very long." Shamon said, raising the rifle slightly, He made a gesture of pulling the trigger in an attempt to anger Vladimirski.

"Although I gave half of my life..." Vladimirski raised the long knives, crossed them on his chest, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with his blood-stained fangs:

"But I still have the power of the 'Hexagram Star Shield'. You know, in the middle of the Steam Era, the 'Hexagram Star Shield' organization wandering in the Fire Empire has some of the power of the dragon clan. Do you think technology can compete with the dragon?"

"'Six-pointed Star Shield'?" Shamon was startled and looked at Vladimirski in disbelief, "How could you...obtain the power of the East?"

"You should have heard that I have been sleeping in the Krusted Empire for nearly a thousand years. At that time, I betrayed the Bishop and was hunted down. On the way to escape, I found myself in a church shrouded in darkness and sin in Ice City. I was excommunicated by the 'Cursed Red Lord' and was imprisoned and restrained. But before that, I met a young man named Wright Hein who escaped from the Ice Age City of the Eventrai Empire."

"At that time, he was followed by a half-dragon who had just awakened. He had a very oriental-style name, Long Yuan. I got a book written in the language of the Fire Empire from him, named It's "Dragon Book". I tried to translate it, and one of the passages says this: "

"Using the power of a dragon to gather darkness will summon a six-pointed star shield. This extraordinary power will allow the user to gain a body as strong as a dragon, as well as a powerful dark magic source. But they can only stay with darkness for the rest of their lives. When facing the sun, the power will disappear instantly, the body will be burned, and it will turn into a ball of 'never extinguished' fireworks."

"The power of the dragon...the power of the dragon...the power of the dragon?" Shamen's tone changed from low to high, and his voice changed from quiet to loud.

He stared at Vladimirski's devilish body, remained silent for a few seconds, and then burst into laughter.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes became sharp, he took out a very delicately carved snowflake pendant from his arms, opened the base of the "Storm-527" rifle, and inserted it into the magazine.

"This is a derivative of the holy object. It was just transported from the depths of the Zhenetsk Palace Treasure House a week ago. It is also a 'semi-holy object' left by Krusted, one of the few in the empire's reserves. Its body is 'Ice Qi' 'The Wrath', held by the ancient warrior in the first era, was a weapon used to fight dragons."

"Our derivatives may be imitations made by them. Although the strength is greatly reduced, it is more than enough to deal with you." As he spoke, Shamon ordered to the imperial soldiers behind him:

"Upgrade the guns and let the Pope of Darkness and the leader of the blood clan see his true power!"

After the mechanical clicking sound, all the guns were implanted with derivatives of "Wrath of Ice". Instantly, the guns exuded a brilliance amidst the winter ice and snow.

At the same time, Wright, who was standing aside, observed that the guns were surrounded by strange halos and electric currents like thunder.

The derivative of the holy object seems to enhance the power of the rifle.

"Do it!" Sha Meng saw the right moment and ordered.

As he waved his right hand downward, more than twenty firearms once again emitted dazzling incandescent light.

The difference from before was that this time it was a completely one-sided crushing situation.

The light of the rifle caused the surrounding temperature to drop sharply, and the already cold ground was even covered with a light layer of frost.

The laser spraying towards Vladimirski's body perfectly suppressed his vampire power, lost person power, and the "hexagram star shield" power related to dragons.

His body only flashed red for a second, and was instantly replaced by white heat. He didn't even have time to wave the 'Blood Flame' before he turned into a perfect statue that seemed to have been carved by the most famous sculptor in the Ptoia Empire.

"Vladimisky, you still lost after all." Shamon said with a proud look on his face.

He discarded the rifle in his hand that had already exhausted its energy due to these two attacks, stepped steadily on the frost on the ground, and slowly walked towards the Black Iron Throne, where Vladimirski was.

Then, snowflakes began to fall indiscriminately from the top of the empty hall, and the air was filled with the freshness brought by the cold, making Shamen feel a little melancholy and an inexplicable sense of holiness.

"You lost." Shamon took off his tactical gloves and reached out to touch Vladimirski, who had turned into an ice sculpture.

The ice evenly and perfectly covered his body. Even in the shape of a monster, his strong and plump chest muscles and washboard-like abdominal muscles showed the ultimate beauty of curves.

After admiring it for more than a minute, Shamon reluctantly put on his gloves again, took out two "Zhnet-01" grenades produced by the Zhnetsk factory, and said:

"The explosion will crush you completely later, Vladimirski, if you are still conscious, don't blame me. If you want to blame us, blame us as hostile races. This is a life-and-death war. However, if God gives you blessings, A hundred years after the war ends, the vampires may be recognized and included in the new order of the empire. This may be the meaning of your death."

With mixed emotions, Shamon once again glanced at Vladimirski for the last time with his strange pupils "immersed" in the ugly winding blood vessels.

But just when he was about to drop the grenade and leave the "Blood Bright" Castle, a red light suddenly emitted from the inside of the icy sculpture surrounding Vladimirski.

Before Shamon could react, the sculpture exploded instantly. With an abnormal low hum, the two long knives in Vladimirski's hands turned into two slender tentacles with sharp heads.

They are very flexible, extending and elongating arbitrarily under Vladimirski's control, staggering and weaving among the imperial soldiers.

In just a few seconds, before the soldiers had time to react, some had their throats slashed and some had their hearts stabbed. They fell to the ground one after another, losing their lives.

Fortunately, Shamon's reaction was quick enough. Just before the tentacle was about to hit his head, he jumped back like a spring and landed in a relatively safe area.

"Shamon." Vladimirski gasped after finishing the attack, with a twisted look of pride on his ferocious face, and mocked:

"You are not qualified to kill me. Only gods or old gods can. I think you are at the end of your rope. Your rifle must... need to be recharged. You only have one chance to kill me, but the six-pointed star shield helps me offset it. Without the power of 'Wrath of Ice', you and I have now consumed most of the magic power. With physical strength alone, you are destined to fail."

"Oh?" Sha Meng sneered disdainfully:

"Try then?"

As he spoke, Shamon began to feel the power given to him by the "Desire of the Old False God" hidden in his body.

In an instant, tentacles shaped like joints stained with scarlet dirt sprouted from his back.

Because the surrounding lights were damaged during the battle, Shamon's tentacles turned dark in the dark environment.

Compared with the battle with Aaron in "Silent Steel Heart", Shamon's control of the tentacles was obviously more skillful this time.

After dancing vigorously in the air a few times, the four tentacles evenly aimed the dagger-shaped bone blades on his head at Vladimirski.

"Woo, woo." Sha Meng let out a terrifying, beast-like cry.

He knew that with hard power alone, he would have no choice but to die against Vladimirski.

After a brief thought, he took out a test tube from his arms and drank the green potion inside.

"Vladimisky." Shamon roared, and his body was instantly enveloped in a green halo. "This is the 'MK-0' potion I developed myself. It can strengthen my body and spirit. Inside The extracted burning liquid and the blood of the lost can make my body evolve and become more perfect. I think the two of us will decide the winner here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shamen's body began to twitch uncontrollably, and he felt that his body was being passed through by countless electric currents.

He frowned and kept standing, trying his best to bear everything.

Immediately afterwards, under the catalysis of the potion, two more scarlet jointed tentacles grew out of his back!

Feeling the abundant power in his body, Shamon roared and jumped up. The six tentacles behind the carrier attacked Vladimirski!

puff! puff!

A bloody thick mist dispersed from the bodies of the two people. To everyone present, including Wright and Feng who were watching the battle, they did not expect that all of Shamon's tentacles were inserted into Vladimirski's neck, and his The head and the sturdy body are divided into two parts.

Vladimirski's tentacle also penetrated Shamon's heart, causing him to gush out a mouthful of blood.

As the remaining power in his body dissipated, Shamen's six tentacles instantly turned into black particles and floated outward. At the same time, he lay on his back uncontrollably.

At the same time, the hall became strangely bright without any warning. Under the light that was like daylight, Wright discovered that the blood flowing from Shamon's twitching body to the ground was strangely on the frost-covered ground. It gathers together to form a "crimson waning moon" pattern.